Literature
Chrissie, Horse Date
Chrissie walked up slowly; sedately. She hid her eagerness, though mostly from necessity. Running didn't suit long black dresses, or high heeled shoes; it wouldn't match the dignity expected of a woman with ruby red earrings, made to complement her hair; most of all, it wouldn't make the best impression on that night's date.
Moving to the front desk with a definite swerve, she smiled at the clerk. "Evening."
"Good evening, Ma'am." He smiles, a bit more friendly than really suits a waiter; but it paid to be on the help's good side. She smiled back. "You look ravishing tonight, if I may say so."
"Thank you," Chrissie responded, keeping her v